I choose to see my life as a series of celebrations - of life, with new births, of death, knowing my destiny in heaven, of what my child can do and not what he cannot do yet, of sacrifices and pains and treating each incident as a learning experience.
Thursday, 6 July 2023
An unexpected Fall
It seemed like any other normal Tuesday school day. In fact, I would have been more refreshed since I have just enjoyed a long wk end with Monday youth day holiday. But it was not the case.
After parade sq duty, and a long chat with my ex student, cautioning her to be more careful during her netball training and not twist her ankles again, telling her how i used to fall down really bad when I was a netballer in my sec sch days, scrapping my knees and elbows, I fell on the rough tarmac road just across the school on my way back from getting my packet of wanton noodles.
In a split second, I was considering to cross or not to cross the road as I was a bus turning into the lane I was about to cross. In my haste and impatience, I slow jogged alittle and lo and before, tripped on my baggy pants and fell with both palms and left knee buffering a flat face fall. The bus driver stared down at me in his seat as I looked up, quickly picked myseld up and ran across. A fellow colleague saw my accident.
I was too taumatised to examine my wounds, and just chatted with me about other things. Only when I reached school, put down my noodles, then had a close examination of my wounds. I went down to GO, ran the wounds with water, and put some aloe vera gel, and covered with plaster. In my heart, I was thanking God, what a testimony I had to my students, family and colleagues.
It could have been worse, sprained mt wrist, cos I had to support my frame in that fall, fractured some parts, or scrapped my face! It was a close shave, with the bus turning coming at me in less than 10m. My heart was beating fast all the wall back to school, even when I was swallowing down my noodles.
Upon reflection, never rush, wear a good pair of shoes, be alert, all of which I was not. My God is so good to me. He saved me.
Upon reaching home, my son was there to welcome me. He offered me comfort. He also had to make a trip to a nearby pharmacy to buy me bandages and plasters. He's so sweet. My husband called me at once when I text him about the fall. My girl asked 'what happened?' in her reply. I felt so loved once again. Thanking God for my family, all played a part to show their care for me.
But I never want to fall again. Accidents can be prevented. We should all try.